I get the feeling that I missed out on something. Like, a fight.
Ah well. Back to trying to insure everything. Seriously, I wish I had, like, an actual education beyond grade school shit. Then maybe I'd know what I was doing. Also? Don't let them figure out you're from the Bar. THEY WILL NOT GO NEAR YOU.
Maybe I should see if David does insurance or something.
You should see me try to do our taxes, it's like a comedy.
Showing posts with label life. Show all posts
Showing posts with label life. Show all posts
Saturday, 26 May 2012
Thursday, 29 March 2012
Big thanks!
Now that I'm kind of stuck here and can't do much until I get my sling off and heal up a bit more, it's nice to get visitors. So let me throw out a few thank you's and such.
- Sarah and Celestia, the cookies were amazing. Thanks a bunch. :3
- In that same vein, nice of Widow Maker to drop by on movie night. I think I bust a lung laughing when you started putting the old monster movies on and riffed on them. You made Mougera entertaining!
- Eddie Riggs, you awesome bastard! Pizza rolls were great, music was great, just a good time all round! \m/
- Pech and Antoin for sure. An is a little ray of sunshine nowadays, and watching Pech and Erebus talk is like listening to a bunch of schoolkids. :D You guys keep on trucking!
Thursday, 15 March 2012
The Best Feeling in the World
Alright, let me describe this for you guys.
It's late in the evening. Like, eleven, maybe midnight. You've got the lights on low, and it's warm in your living room. Cosy. Everything sort of glows, like, a deep red. It's chill, except warm. You've got the fire on. Hell, you have central heating
Sit in that couch. SINK in it, man. It's a nice couch. It's warm too - none of that leather crap making it feel all rubbery. Thank Zephyrus for finding the most epic couch in existance in that junkyard. You could sleep on this. Erebus says it's lumpy, but screw him, he's nine foot tall, of course it'll feel lumpy to him.To you, right now, you could just curl up and fall asleep.
Can't do that, though. On the coffe table are three massive pizzas. One is loaded with like a million different sorts of meat - bacon, ham, chicken, pepperoni, beef, even some sausage I think. Another one is one of those New Yorker ones, where they've replaced the sauce with bbq sauce, and stuffed the crust with it too. And it's got onions and pepperoni and stuff. And the last is one with so much cheese on it you could bungee jump from the strands when you take a bite. That one gets a bit messy, but you don't mind. Oh, and there's something to drink, of course. Alcohol. Why not? Get some cheap lager from somewhere, crack open the 151 for guess who.
And we have a movie. Of course. A really good movie, picked out. No tantrums, no fuss. This is a success. A really good one.
There you are - or, rather, there I am, all warm and cosy, sunk into the couch, eating pizza and drinking booze, and watching Erebus stuff his face, not watching himself as he smears sauce and bits of ground beef around his mouth, looking like a little kid as the both of us watch Johnny Mnemonic.
Bliss.
It's late in the evening. Like, eleven, maybe midnight. You've got the lights on low, and it's warm in your living room. Cosy. Everything sort of glows, like, a deep red. It's chill, except warm. You've got the fire on. Hell, you have central heating
Sit in that couch. SINK in it, man. It's a nice couch. It's warm too - none of that leather crap making it feel all rubbery. Thank Zephyrus for finding the most epic couch in existance in that junkyard. You could sleep on this. Erebus says it's lumpy, but screw him, he's nine foot tall, of course it'll feel lumpy to him.To you, right now, you could just curl up and fall asleep.
Can't do that, though. On the coffe table are three massive pizzas. One is loaded with like a million different sorts of meat - bacon, ham, chicken, pepperoni, beef, even some sausage I think. Another one is one of those New Yorker ones, where they've replaced the sauce with bbq sauce, and stuffed the crust with it too. And it's got onions and pepperoni and stuff. And the last is one with so much cheese on it you could bungee jump from the strands when you take a bite. That one gets a bit messy, but you don't mind. Oh, and there's something to drink, of course. Alcohol. Why not? Get some cheap lager from somewhere, crack open the 151 for guess who.
And we have a movie. Of course. A really good movie, picked out. No tantrums, no fuss. This is a success. A really good one.
There you are - or, rather, there I am, all warm and cosy, sunk into the couch, eating pizza and drinking booze, and watching Erebus stuff his face, not watching himself as he smears sauce and bits of ground beef around his mouth, looking like a little kid as the both of us watch Johnny Mnemonic.
Bliss.
Wednesday, 14 March 2012
Saturday, 10 March 2012
Fite Club Friends
I've made a bunch of friends at Fite Club. Why not? Got to get out and about. Staying indoors all the time makes people think you're crazy. Like Miss Havisham.
Yeah, I read that book. In school. Don't remember anything else.
Anyway, let's talk about them! Starting with Marco, the guy who runs the club. He used to be a surgeoneer who worked on stretch lizards. You can tell how that went. He's a nice guy, but a bit crabby sometimes. Likes a joke, takes the piss a lot and comes across as a bit of a prick, but he's good deep down. The one thing he doesn't like is people not paying the fees on time. He's got a thing about punctuality. Dunno if that's the stretch lizard in him or not.
There's also this... guy... called Ali. I think he's a minotaur. Or something. This... sort-of... cow... person. He's got brown leathery skin and he's like ten foot tall. He doesn't talk to anyone, and he doesn't fight anyone.
He just bench-presses busted cars in the parking lot.
I don't know why he's here.
But enough about him he's weird and creepy. Let's talk about the cool dudes. Like Nelli. With an i. She wants to be a luchador! That's AWESOME! She followed Luchadillo last tourney and decided to take it up, so she comes to the Fites to practice. She's really chatty too - sometimes I spend half my time at the club just jawing away with her. She's a decent fite too - not got everything down right, but when she clinches it I get steamrolled. Still learning!
Then there's a bunch of weird gimmicky fighters who dropped out of the wrestling rings. Like Armstrong. Armstrong's a nice dude. Arms the size of minivans, so he has to walk like a gorilla. But he's not dumb muscle. He likes poetry, for one thing, although I've never understood why Lord Bryon is important in any way whatsoever. But he's a quiet dude and he fights the other gimmicky dudes well. Never beaten Ali, though. Someone ought to.
Some of the gimmicky fighters are normal people with... weird ideas. Rocksteady (his real name is Eustace, don't tell anyone :P) thought making gloves, boots and knee and elbow pads out of stones was a good idea. Suffice to say, he doesn't use them anymore, but he's got optimism if nothing else. Then there's this poor girl who fights in this really skimpy leotard. I don't know what her deal is. She keeps getting her ass kicked, but comes back for more. Happy to oblige, I guess.
Then there's a bunch of normies there too, like Anthony and Marissa and Stu and others. They're normal people, I guess. Stu is a construction worker working on something for the next tourney. He keeps dangling that over our heads. Spoilers, my ass. Anthony is an ex-soldier, pretty tough for an old guy. Marissa just wanted somewhere where her husband won't yell at her.
Suffice to say, after I heard about that, she wasn't married anymore. Wonder where he ended up.
We're a pretty happy bunch. Come on down if you can, they're pretty accepting of all sorts. I'm sure Armstrong would be a decent fight for most of you. We've got something for everyone!
Yeah, I read that book. In school. Don't remember anything else.
Anyway, let's talk about them! Starting with Marco, the guy who runs the club. He used to be a surgeoneer who worked on stretch lizards. You can tell how that went. He's a nice guy, but a bit crabby sometimes. Likes a joke, takes the piss a lot and comes across as a bit of a prick, but he's good deep down. The one thing he doesn't like is people not paying the fees on time. He's got a thing about punctuality. Dunno if that's the stretch lizard in him or not.
There's also this... guy... called Ali. I think he's a minotaur. Or something. This... sort-of... cow... person. He's got brown leathery skin and he's like ten foot tall. He doesn't talk to anyone, and he doesn't fight anyone.
He just bench-presses busted cars in the parking lot.
I don't know why he's here.
But enough about him he's weird and creepy. Let's talk about the cool dudes. Like Nelli. With an i. She wants to be a luchador! That's AWESOME! She followed Luchadillo last tourney and decided to take it up, so she comes to the Fites to practice. She's really chatty too - sometimes I spend half my time at the club just jawing away with her. She's a decent fite too - not got everything down right, but when she clinches it I get steamrolled. Still learning!
Then there's a bunch of weird gimmicky fighters who dropped out of the wrestling rings. Like Armstrong. Armstrong's a nice dude. Arms the size of minivans, so he has to walk like a gorilla. But he's not dumb muscle. He likes poetry, for one thing, although I've never understood why Lord Bryon is important in any way whatsoever. But he's a quiet dude and he fights the other gimmicky dudes well. Never beaten Ali, though. Someone ought to.
Some of the gimmicky fighters are normal people with... weird ideas. Rocksteady (his real name is Eustace, don't tell anyone :P) thought making gloves, boots and knee and elbow pads out of stones was a good idea. Suffice to say, he doesn't use them anymore, but he's got optimism if nothing else. Then there's this poor girl who fights in this really skimpy leotard. I don't know what her deal is. She keeps getting her ass kicked, but comes back for more. Happy to oblige, I guess.
Then there's a bunch of normies there too, like Anthony and Marissa and Stu and others. They're normal people, I guess. Stu is a construction worker working on something for the next tourney. He keeps dangling that over our heads. Spoilers, my ass. Anthony is an ex-soldier, pretty tough for an old guy. Marissa just wanted somewhere where her husband won't yell at her.
Suffice to say, after I heard about that, she wasn't married anymore. Wonder where he ended up.
We're a pretty happy bunch. Come on down if you can, they're pretty accepting of all sorts. I'm sure Armstrong would be a decent fight for most of you. We've got something for everyone!
Friday, 9 March 2012
Erebus, Movie Night is not cancelled
But we're not watching sci-fi anymore because you just start yelling about aliens and murder. We're gonna watch some comedies instead. I'm starting with Groundhog Day.
If you can get through this one without kicking up a stink, there's a prize at the end.
If you can get through this one without kicking up a stink, there's a prize at the end.
Thursday, 8 March 2012
Fite Clubs
Okay bear with me for a second, but I have to tell you about this and it is awesome.
So you know Fite Yer Mates? Imagine that but without the stupid hoohah we had over everyone dying and whatnot. In fact, no dying. And it's way easier to apply and get in and punch someone until they beg for mercy. Okay it costs $50 a month but I'm rich, the amount of fucks I give is pretty close to zero.
Fite Clubs are amazing. You have to check to see if they're Zoofights approved ones, though, because apparently you can get some weird shady back-alley deals and before you know it you're cage-fighting with a giant crab. Or so I heard. Anyway, I didn't fall into that trap and got a very nice half-stretch-lizard dude called Marco, who runs a decent place and doesn't let the Fites get out of hand, unlike SOMEONE I know. :P
So you go in, sit down, have a drink and chat, and then you can get up and beat the snot out of someone. The big rule differences are that you can't kill a dude, and if they tap out, they lose and you have to stop hitting them. There's a few other rules, but the other big one is "no stupid mismatches." So I can't fight Marco because he's way stronger than me, but I've fought a few ex-soldiers and cons and even some bounty hunter dude. My win/loss ratio is almost even - sometimes i have good days, sometimes I have bad. It's not... quite... THERE though. Argh!
This kind of means I come home with bruises and cuts sometimes. Thankfully the neighbours know exactly where they live and don't think I'm beaing beaten or whatever, although I can kind of understand if they did considering the brick shithouse I'm married too. But being beaten up and healing half the time does suck a bit. I'm sore often, and parts of my body are various wonderful colours. But it's worth it, and if I can't patch myself up I have guess who to help me.
I'll talk more about the fite clubs later. Made tons of friends there, though. They're a crazy bunch - I'll tell you more about them when I get around to it. :)
So you know Fite Yer Mates? Imagine that but without the stupid hoohah we had over everyone dying and whatnot. In fact, no dying. And it's way easier to apply and get in and punch someone until they beg for mercy. Okay it costs $50 a month but I'm rich, the amount of fucks I give is pretty close to zero.
Fite Clubs are amazing. You have to check to see if they're Zoofights approved ones, though, because apparently you can get some weird shady back-alley deals and before you know it you're cage-fighting with a giant crab. Or so I heard. Anyway, I didn't fall into that trap and got a very nice half-stretch-lizard dude called Marco, who runs a decent place and doesn't let the Fites get out of hand, unlike SOMEONE I know. :P
So you go in, sit down, have a drink and chat, and then you can get up and beat the snot out of someone. The big rule differences are that you can't kill a dude, and if they tap out, they lose and you have to stop hitting them. There's a few other rules, but the other big one is "no stupid mismatches." So I can't fight Marco because he's way stronger than me, but I've fought a few ex-soldiers and cons and even some bounty hunter dude. My win/loss ratio is almost even - sometimes i have good days, sometimes I have bad. It's not... quite... THERE though. Argh!
This kind of means I come home with bruises and cuts sometimes. Thankfully the neighbours know exactly where they live and don't think I'm beaing beaten or whatever, although I can kind of understand if they did considering the brick shithouse I'm married too. But being beaten up and healing half the time does suck a bit. I'm sore often, and parts of my body are various wonderful colours. But it's worth it, and if I can't patch myself up I have guess who to help me.
I'll talk more about the fite clubs later. Made tons of friends there, though. They're a crazy bunch - I'll tell you more about them when I get around to it. :)
Wednesday, 7 March 2012
Erebus has ruined Star Wars for me
I'm starting to reconsider having movie nights with Erebus. It was fun watching things and having him try and puzzle out why things were happening, but now I'm not so sure.
This came about from watching Return of the Jedi. He doesn't like Star Wars anyway because the Force reminds him of psyker powers and he reckons he could defeat the Empire single-handedly and wah wah wah I'm a big blue baby, but I managed to sit him down and make him watch the whole thing this time. All the way to the end with the big party with the fuzzy bear things and everyone being awesome.
And then he sees one of the bears playing drums with the stormtrooper helmets, and he starts making a big fuss about the devlish zeenose or however you spell it. So I ask him about it.
So the little bears eat people, yeah? I mean, they were totally gonna eat our heroes just for being there, and nothing would get them to stop until Luke decided to use his mind powers to trick them. So what's stopping them from eating the stormtroopers after the battle? They don't take prisoners, it's a thing the clearly do often to trespassers and it's not like it's easy to convince them otherwise. Plus you don;t see any prisoners of war after the battle - just the dancing people on Endor and the helmets.
So yeah, those dudes totally ate some people.
Goddamn it Erebus, how fucked up is your world that not only do you suspect every alien of shady shit, but you're right as well? Now I can't watch Star Wars ever again. :(
This came about from watching Return of the Jedi. He doesn't like Star Wars anyway because the Force reminds him of psyker powers and he reckons he could defeat the Empire single-handedly and wah wah wah I'm a big blue baby, but I managed to sit him down and make him watch the whole thing this time. All the way to the end with the big party with the fuzzy bear things and everyone being awesome.
And then he sees one of the bears playing drums with the stormtrooper helmets, and he starts making a big fuss about the devlish zeenose or however you spell it. So I ask him about it.
So the little bears eat people, yeah? I mean, they were totally gonna eat our heroes just for being there, and nothing would get them to stop until Luke decided to use his mind powers to trick them. So what's stopping them from eating the stormtroopers after the battle? They don't take prisoners, it's a thing the clearly do often to trespassers and it's not like it's easy to convince them otherwise. Plus you don;t see any prisoners of war after the battle - just the dancing people on Endor and the helmets.
So yeah, those dudes totally ate some people.
Goddamn it Erebus, how fucked up is your world that not only do you suspect every alien of shady shit, but you're right as well? Now I can't watch Star Wars ever again. :(
Saturday, 3 March 2012
Dragons
I mentioned I have a dragon as a pet. His name is Mordred. Erebus got him during his bachelor party-come-hunt thing. Apparently, he wrestled it into submission and now he's its master.
My husband is so awesooooome
But there's a problem. It's not feeding or housing him, he's not a very big dragon so we just got some dudes in to make some stables (and then told them not to tell anyone on pain of death and stuff). Well actually it's kind of related to feeding him. It's more like what happens after.
Mucking out a dragon is the WORST THING EVER. It's the single grossest thing I have ever done, and I have crawled down a Nydus tunnel to kill the Zerg coming up the other way. How does a creature prduce that much crap? Also I'm pretty sure he wants a toilet by now, or at least a river. Ugh. The smell sticks to you too. It's pervasive. You wear heavy-duty clothing on top, like all hazmat shit, and you still smell of crap afterwards. It's like cigarettes.
Thankfully the smell washes out. So it's not a total loss. ;)
My husband is so awesooooome
But there's a problem. It's not feeding or housing him, he's not a very big dragon so we just got some dudes in to make some stables (and then told them not to tell anyone on pain of death and stuff). Well actually it's kind of related to feeding him. It's more like what happens after.
Mucking out a dragon is the WORST THING EVER. It's the single grossest thing I have ever done, and I have crawled down a Nydus tunnel to kill the Zerg coming up the other way. How does a creature prduce that much crap? Also I'm pretty sure he wants a toilet by now, or at least a river. Ugh. The smell sticks to you too. It's pervasive. You wear heavy-duty clothing on top, like all hazmat shit, and you still smell of crap afterwards. It's like cigarettes.
Thankfully the smell washes out. So it's not a total loss. ;)
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